O Fate!

It makes us awe of the great fascinations of life

Yet we cannot defy what lies beyond us:

Never able to understand “why” as we get to know “how”

Life—astutely measured in different lengths

Magnificently done by the three daughters of the holy goddess of night

The noteworthy entities of birth, life, and death

Not even the gods dare lift a finger at them!

Novels move tender hearts

Thanks to the elegant strokes of its writer

The one who knows its stories best from start to finish

All followed by the swift sound of the last turning page 

Something lingers over the babies in the room

Among these cheerful faces, an unfortunate soul will become no more

When they sleep, their peaceful face is no different from an eternal lull 

But the lots have been drawn, and nothing can be done

A balance is needed if one is given life

While a person may run or hold their breath

Feigning ignorance or pleading for mercy

That is not enough to appease the inevitable, O wondrous Death

And there I say, fate is no light matter

Causing one to praise its glory and another to curse its cruelty

But it’s not just affliction we take that makes us who we are;

We must use our agency to the fullest to reach our destination